A/N: What's this? Two updates in one week? Why either it's a great week for readers or a horrible one for me to post this much! Either way the latest chapter of Gohan's Blonde Future is here so please enjoy! Last time on Gohan's Blonde Future, after saving the day against her evil brother Android Seventeen, Eighteen sat down to bring Bulma and the others up to speed. The story of her mission as well as her arrival into the present timeline being explained it seemed like the fate of the world wasn't all that interesting for some. Between Yamcha's constant attempts to seduce the buxom blonde as well as Krillin giving Gohan an introductory class to 'girls', it's pretty clear her mission isn't the biggest thing on the guys' minds. After a brief, yet mood changing fight with Krillin, Eighteen, Gohan and Bulma are off to Capsule Corp. to further discover what kind of files still lay hidden in the android girl's mind...all this and more THIS time on Gohan's Blonde Future!
Skies Above West City:
Small clouds accompanying the never ending stream of cool air flowing over the blue hover car as they flew through the air towards the main Capsule Corp. building, it had been a silent trip for a while, but silence could only go so long with Bulma's big mouth. "You know you're really one hell of a looker..." the genius bluenette said, looking across the white upholstered seat of her hover car to glance at the android sitting to her far right, the woman's short glossy blonde hair blowing around her face in the wind. Not that her fellow female seemed to react much to her statement at first, though there was really no doubt that Bulma wasn't the first to compliment Eighteen's good looks. At the same time though she was sure hers were still better than anything a guy had said to the blonde.
Keeping her blue eyes on her, the woman raised one eyebrow before pressing on a little harder, a potential slip of the tongue making her rush to get out the next part, "...And I mean in general, not just for an android, by the way!..." Smirking to herself for catching what could have possibly been taken as an insult by the newest member of their little group, the bluenette looked her up and down a little, a thought popping into her head, "...Come to think of it why was it that my future self sent a girl like you back?..." Keeping her gaze on the obviously extremely powerful babe, Bulma wasn't sure what kind of answer she was going to get with a loaded question like that, though considering the shit she'd gone through with some of her guy friends, she wondered why she would put someone else in that same situation.
Those light blue, almost crystal colored orbs locking onto her when Eighteen adjusted herself to look back at her, it was hard to discern what the cyborg was thinking, beyond the hints of agitation on her face of course, "What do you mean, 'a girl like me?'..." Eighteen asked her, her thin pink lips closing again in an almost neutral expression despite her annoyance the longer she stared at the hover car's driver, the air between them going much colder all of a sudden, "...Is there something about my appearance that makes me ill-suited to protecting Gohan?..." The young man in question turning his head from one woman to another, more wide eyed than anything at how this rather hostile conversation had even started up after such a peaceful ride across the mountain tops. Centering his gaze back on Bulma again clearly she was feeling the chills too.
"...Oh!...Well, maybe a few things..." Giggling nervously as she unconsciously scooted a few more inches over to her left away from the steely eyed gal, her teeth gritting together nervously, "...But not in a bad way...just...I was surprised I didn't send a guy..." Flinching over to the left a little more as the blonde tipped her head to the side at her remark, Bulma was starting to wonder why she had even opened her mouth at this point! "...Not like that! Gohan's a boy, I was just wondering why I would send a beautiful girl back instead of one...heheh..." Trying to put on the best 'I'm not trying to offend you' smile that she could, the sound of her machine's onboard radar bleeping going right over her head while she kept her attention centered on her guest, 'Oh, please don't tell me she is actually thin skinned after all!...' Fearfully smiling at the girl for a few more seconds, Bulma finally breathed a sigh of relief when she looked away.
Turning her head forward again to look out at the city below them, Eighteen watched another car trundle by, "...Oh, that makes sense..." She said pushing a few strands of hair behind one ear, the boy sitting next to her noticing just how often she did that little habit of hers, "...I suppose you would have sent a man, but I was the only android left to send..." Tracking the tiny little pickup truck making its way towards the city, several bundles of hay attached to the roof, and a lever action rifle hanging off the back of the cab, she blinked, returning her gaze to Bulma, "...So here I am...Do you have any concerns that I'm a girl keeping a boy safe?..." Moving her light blue orbs across the older woman's red vest, she paused when she caught sight of the Capsule Corp. logo plastered across the car's gauges before moving her gaze back up again.
"...Heheh, if Chi-Chi didn't have any then I know I don't, that's for sure..." Doing her best to lighten the mood by cocking a friendly smile at the uptight blonde, Bulma winked at her, if she had been at the Son home for more than a minute she must have known how strict Gohan's mom truly was, "...Just try not fall head over heels for our little Gohan here..." Glancing down at the boy, the genius suppressed a giggle when she saw him jump up at her comment, a pink tint racing across his cheeks as he instantly planted his eyes on the floor of the hover car, "...He's quite the ladies man in case you can't tell...and everyone knows guys have a real thing for blondes..." Staring down at the kid she'd obviously embarrassed far more than he ever would deserve to be, Bulma faced her front again, watching out the corner of her eye as Eighteen scanned across him for a moment before turning to the bluenette again.
And judging by the lightest dusting of pink she had ever seen in her entire life, it seemed that the Brief woman had managed to get under the android's perfect skin with that last comment of hers, "...Hmmph...well that is a myth I assure you..." Pulling her pale arms back behind her head, folding over each other to support her golden hair, Eighteen closed her eyes, a small frown pulling at the side of her lips as she sat back in her seat, stretching out to ward off the other woman's teasing jabs, "...Men have never had a habit of staring at my hair for too long..." Closing her lips shut to enjoy the ride, the sensation of cool clean air blowing through that beautiful hair of hers helping to sooth her still tightly wound frustration. Bulma on the other hand merely smirked when she saw Gohan turning round to look at her, although she doubted it was for anything other than because she sounded annoyed.
Lowering her own cerulean eyes down from the android's flowing golden hair, they landed on the two rather large globes straining against the tight fabric of her white shirt, the material baring parts of her smooth belly due to being too short to be tucked in, '...And somehow I think I can name a couple reasons why...' The woman thought to herself with a wide grin, a quick bump of turbulence rocking the hover car and causing Eighteen's far from subtle assets to jiggle around, movement that Bulma was certain her little ladies man in the car failed to miss. Smiling knowingly at her female passenger, she figured it was time to give her a break anyway. The bluenette gently shaking her head from side to side before looking back out at the sky ahead of them, the familiar yellow dome of Capsule Corp. appeared on the horizon, a welcome sight if there ever was one.
'...Relax while you can, barbie...because once we get to my lab I have to know what kind of data you brought me...' Chancing a glance out the corner of her right eye as they started their decent towards the massive complex, Bulma could feel a grin tugging at her lips as she watched Gohan's head drop down a little before suddenly spinning back round to stare at the floor again. Shaking her head, even with a guy as respectful and considerate as Gohan was, it was already becoming clear to her that if even he stole a glance, then any guy would. The hover car flying down towards her home away from adventure, they hard arrived, at Capsule Corp.
Capsule Corp. Labs:
All that could be heard throughout the long never ending corridors of the gigantic facility were the sounds of their shoes clicking on the hard tiled floors, the tapping echoing all the way down as far as the eye could see. Bulma leading the way, Gohan was right next to her while Eighteen lagged behind a bit, the blonde paying more attention to the readings she was getting from the many rooms they were passing than anything else. Eighteen was still pretty agitated because of everything she'd been through since arriving in the past, almost to the point of losing her usual charming demeanor; and Bulma's car ride had certainly not helped things.
"And these are the nanotechnology offices over on our right...OH! And on our left are the megatechnology labs!..." Waving her arms around her as if she were directing airplanes to take off rather than giving a miniature tour of her facility, Bulma smiled when she saw the look of awe on Gohan's face as they peered through one of the windows. A man firing a large swirly beam at cupcake in a bright flash it suddenly grew to the size of a car! "...Pretty cool, huh? We're solving world hunger by the day!..." She said with a wide grin when the other two she was with quickly turned to see the massive cupcake sitting where before a small one had been.
The sight drawing both Gohan and Eighteen's attention, even an android from the future was finding herself amazed by the kinds of technological advancements being made within a single company, "Well I would be lying if I said it wasn't interesting..." The blonde commented, folding her hands on top of each other in front of her, her gaze turning down and to the left at Gohan, the young man's tongue having fallen out of his mouth salivating over the enormous piece of delicious dessert, "...Although Gohan seems to like it a bit more..." Cocking a small smile when she looked at the boy, before Bulma could see her do it, it was gone, her lips reforming into her usual blank expression again. The bluenette nodding at her, she turned back to the way they were going, tapping the overly eager boy on the head to follow her as well.
"...C'mon! Let's keep on going! There's still plenty to see before we get to my personal lab..." Bulma said leading the way again, the bluenette was really enjoying showing off her and her father's company's marvels. It was a rare enough thing to do so without having to swear the person to secrecy, but given how close a family friend Gohan was, as well as Eighteen basically being a technological wonder herself, she didn't have to worry much about a leak, "...Gohan, I think you in particular are going to appreciate what the next department is working on..." The young man piping up to ask his blue haired friend about what she was talking about, Eighteen let herself hang back a bit, her thoughts her own as she watched the boy interact with this...woman she had known, yet only just now started to learn about.
A small burst from the noticeably powerful AC blowing across her face, Eighteen pulled her her small black vest forward a little bit just in case her body reacted to it, though she was glad she was so well dressed...a woman in a dress or tube top might have problems with such a powerful system, '...Ugh, does she really need to have that on so much?...' She asked herself as they walked along, even despite the lack of sustainable power in the future the blue haired scientist had kept her lab cold then too, the sensation of the breeze making the blonde blush a little at the memory, '...At least I actually have my clothes on this time...so I guess I can't complain...' Thinking back to when Future Bulma had her on the operating table, her perfect body stripped naked for the many operations the bluenette was to conduct on her. As unpleasant an experience as it was though, at least the woman had made sure her boys couldn't come in during it and catch a full frontal eyeful of the helpless blonde.
'...As much as it sucked being stuck like that if the other Gohan or Trunks had walked in I think I would have lost it...' Remembering how much the two young men seemed to ogle her when she was strapped down before Bulma had taken all of her clothes off to begin putting in her new programming, to say that they would have enjoyed the view would be an understatement, '...That punk Trunks kept trying to look up my skirt...and then Gohan...' Her mind flashing back to the forest by the small lake back through the trees behind the Son home, Eighteen remembered the way the kid's face had gone from inquisitive in their conversation, to wide eyed and stupid when she'd moved around a little too erratically, '...Hmmm...well I guess he is the same person...even if this one is yet to live the life his other self in the future had...'
Putting the two memories together in her head, despite the years between them both in age and timelines when both Gohans had looked at her body they'd had the same exact expression, '...I'd be lying if I said never caught that head weakling taking moments to check me out in our fights, but...' Watching the present Gohan smile as the threesome walked along the comfortably laid out hallways of Capsule Corp. she continued to think about it, did the man in the future like her? Flashes of the horrible things she'd done to the man's friends reminding her of reality though, she felt that possibility shatter, '...No...there is no way those looks were anything other than just another man doing what they do best...' Closing her eyes for a moment, it was getting more and more obvious now, the Gohan of the future had been staring at her alright, but not at her face, rather at her heavy breasts as they freely slid around beneath her thin black shirt in the lab.
Likewise as she thought more and more about her first meeting with the current Gohan, his reaction had been as instantaneous as it was directed at the same specific spot, the boy turning dark red as her boobs started bouncing around in her stolen dress while she fumed over Trunks, '...Eighteen years old or ten, he's just another guy that likes girls with big tits...' Eighteen thought as a small frown began to take shape over her pink lips as she attempted to put those thoughts to bed. Gohan, future or present, was merely a guy enjoying looking at the female body that was all, '...But what about when he caught you?...' Her blue eyes popping wide open, the android girl suddenly grit her teeth a little as that unrequested thought appeared in her head, her mind flashing back to earlier, when they were sparring, just the two of them.
Freezing that same look on her face while she walked along behind the old friends, Gohan turning to laugh at Bulma as the older young woman made a joke about one of her 'egghead' scientists in another lab, Eighteen couldn't take her eyes off of his face, '...He looked so scared when I fell after taking that shock...' Watching how freely he let his emotions out when he was with someone he was comfortable with, there had been no mistaking just how concerned he had been for her when suddenly she'd collapsed after nearly blasting him into dust, '...And his eyes had stayed on mine the entire time...they didn't even flick anywhere else for so much as a second...'
Thinking back again to some of her brief, but amusing at the time fights with the Gohan of the future, almost every time she had caught one of those appreciative looks he'd given her it was when she'd fallen back, or stumbled. It was always something that caused a well-endowed girl's body to move while the rest of her was under control and still, '...I hurt that man in the future too much to be anything more than piece of eye candy for him to ogle...' At last she admitted, the blonde dropping the idea of that man having had any feelings for her, the obvious disdain he showed whenever they met made things clear. The fact that no matter how often his eyes might have dropped that Gohan wasn't checking out a cute girl...he was getting some sort of payback from the busty blonde that had ruined his life.
'...But this Gohan...could he actually?...' Posing the question to herself while apart from being a little stern with him at times while sparring, she'd never hurt him like she had his future self. Though she hadn't killed anyone here, she had gotten pretty close, her temper nearly causing her to murder one of his best friends right in front of her, but still… '...Even after that...Gohan still was happy that I was alright...' Her blue eyes staying on him, the two men in her mind suddenly merged, the grown, muscular body of the future half saiyan appearing over the smaller, but still strong one of the present Gohan, '...Does he really?...'
That wide, cheerful grin spread across his face as he abruptly turned around to grin at her, his eyes closed, Eighteen gazed back at him, his face full of joy at seeing her. The smiling grown man slowly disappearing again, her gaze dropped once more to meet the grinning young man walking in front of her, the boy who caught her, whose friend she nearly murdered looking at her as if she were a dear friend. A thousand thoughts running through her mind in that moment, only one stood out, '...Does Gohan really care about me?...' Her blonde hair fluttering as it moved ahead of her only to fall back against her pale cheeks, Eighteen didn't even realize she'd stopped walking, that was until someone else called out to her.
His voice breaking the thought bubble she was in, the android looked up, her eyebrows raising as she saw Gohan standing directly in front of her, "...Hey, Eighteen! Why're you stopping?..." He asked, that smile of his still having never left since she last looked at him. It was then that she felt the concern in his voice again, back when she'd fallen, as the sensation of a strong hand taking hold of her gloved one registered in her mind, "...Hurry up! We still have more yummy things to look at before we get to Bulma's lab!..." He cheered giving the blonde's hand a quick tug, even she herself surprised as she actually followed along behind him, the boy turning to look back at her smile as wide as ever, "...Don't worry; I know girls like to keep their figure, but even Mom said it is okay to eat a little bit of sweet food!..."
Eighteen's lips parting a little as she listened to him, she smiled while he lead her down the hallway and back over to Bulma, the three then starting to walk on again, though despite pulling her back into the rest of the group, Gohan still never let go of her hand, '...Hmmm...maybe there is more to this guy than just his future self showed...' The android girl thought to herself while Bulma turned to laugh at Gohan's comment, her imagination unable to think of either of the men she knew in the future saying anything like he had. Smiling underneath her cool expression, Eighteen kept up with him, the boy eager to see more of the food Bulma had lying around, '...But then...will this boy really turn into...' That nude picture of a man, body chiseled with rock solid muscle as he stood, smirking back at her in the mirror just as his towel fell down around his feet flashing through her mind, Eighteen quickly shook it away, though a light red blush still clung to her cheeks all the same.
The sensation of his strong, but still gentle grip holding onto her dainty hand taking back control of her senses, the girl just about gasped when she bolted her head up to look ahead of her, Gohan still smiling away, completely oblivious to the many conflicting thoughts swirling around in her head, "...Hahaha! C'mon, I didn't think my joke was that bad, Eighteen!..." He said through that cheerful grin of his as the kid luckily misconstrued why her cheeks were tinted red. Her thin veil of glossy blonde hair sliding down to slightly cover her eyes, Gohan closed his own, turning back around to look at bluenette since Eighteen was apparently going quiet again, "...What do you think, Bulma?..." The question coming from the young man just as the genius woman slid a blue key card into a lock.
"...Yeah, saiyans and large amounts of food tend to go together just like them and driving me crazy..." The woman said, giggling at her own joke as the trio went through the super secure double door zone she had just unlocked before proceeding. The guards nodding at their boss, the pair just about froze in terror when they did the same to the blonde, the look she gave them sealing their breath inside their lungs before either could even think of whistling at her, "...Anyway, Gohan we'll be splitting up for a little while I check Eighteen out..." Her blue hair flowing across her eyes as she spun around to look at them, Bulma gave him a thumbs up along with one of her trademark reassuring winks that nothing bad would happen, "...There's plenty of excess food from our experiments in this other room, so go ahead and help yourself while we sort things out..." Grinning as she held the door open, the women watched as he tentatively walked over to it, pausing only to look over at the blonde.
His face contorting into an uncertain frown, he traded glances with his android protector before returning to Bulma, "Are you sure, Bulma? Eighteen is supposed to always stay with me..." Asking the question as he rubbed the back of his head just like his father always did, it was then that the android also looked over at the bluenette, the obvious question running through her mind as well, "...I mean, it's kind of hard to do that if we're in different rooms and all..." Rustling the hair on the back of his head around, the boy waited for a reply from Bulma...and waited...and waited. The woman merely staring back at him, she looked almost as confused as he was, as if she had never thought the idea over in her head in the first place, her mouth finally opening wide to take in a breath of air, he leaned forward to hear her response.
"...Oh, that...well a few minutes won't kill you, right?..." The bluenette said with a forced smile, her crappy response causing Eighteen to fall back against the wall behind her and Gohan to just about stumble onto the floor. The kid just barely catching himself as he fell through the doorway, Bulma easily shut it behind him before he could say another word, "...Don't worry, kiddo! We'll be back in a jiffy! Just can't bring you along for this, you understand, right?..." Smiling back at him while he looked at her through the blue tinted window, she merely flicked her hand at him several times, ushering him over to the food behind him as if that was the answer to everything, "...That's right, there you go, see ya in a bit, little buddy!..." Closing her eyes with pride at another successful job jobbed, the woman just about fell over herself when she turned around and found herself only inches away from a stony faced Eighteens, "...AH! Why are you?—" Bulma just about squealed when she saw her.
Standing in front of the scientist with her arms crossed over her chest, if Eighteen had been a guy Bulma would have nailed his head into the floor for sneaking up on her like that, but being as she was a a crazy strong girl... "...You do know I can do whatever I need to do to protect him, right?..." Her blonde hair falling across her eyes as she stared the genius down, the future girl made it clear exactly what she meant while she kept her intense gaze centered on her, "...And that includes dealing with women who lock him in rooms..."
Staring, but not quite glaring at the bluenette, the company heiress trying to return the most innocent smile she could muster, Eighteen only leaned in a little more, scanning her for any signs of malice beneath her nervous exterior, "...I might not know all the limits you put on me in the future, but I doubt even they could stop me if you put him in danger..." The blonde's words sinking in with the unshifting glare of her light blue eyes, Bulma was starting to turn a little pale. Thankfully for her though she held out, the android finally backing off after several tense moments once she saw that Bulma was being true to her word when she said they would be back to him soon, "...Ugh...whatever...let's just get this over with..." Eighteen barked, uncrossing her arms as she waited for the other woman to lead the way, all the same though she still made a point of watching her closely just in case Bulma tried any funny business.
"...You're certainly Miss. Sunshine, aren't you?..." Bulma said shooting the comment over her shoulder as she marched passed the blonde woman, her shoes clicking against the hard tile floor again. To say that Bulma was fuming would be an understatement, the woman facing straight ahead so that the possibly killer android behind her didn't see the agitated look on her face; she was absolutely boiling inside! '...Who the hell does she think she is threatening me!?...' Thinking, or more like yelling to herself the further down the hallway they got, the limo tinted glass window ahead of them adorned with the sign 'Bulma Brief' above it coming into view, '...I reprogrammed her, didn't I? How dare she threaten to kill me!...' Picking up the pace a little the closer they got to that last door at the end of the hall, the size of the rooms on either side of it down the rest of the corridor saying everything about how big it probably was given that it probably held at least the space of what would be two separate rooms in it.
Swinging her arms back and forth the faster she marched on ahead, Bulma could feel the anger inside her building up, her teeth forming into a furious scowl across her lips, '...She thinks she can put me down in my own home?… Fine! I'll show her who's boss around here!...' Her cerulean eyes centering on the heavy duty security door to her office, a brilliantly cruel idea popped into her head as she remembered the semi-invisible bullet proof shield behind it, '...Let's see how much she likes a broken nose!...' She thought darting forward the last few steps, the bluenette quickly unlocking the front security door to her office, though unannounced to Eighteen she made sure to leave the bullet proof glass shield behind it in place, '...Payback can be a bitch, and everyone who's ever wronged me has found out that bitch's name is Bulma!...'
Grinning evilly inside her head, the shield's crystal clear surface made it undetectable to anyone who didn't know that it was there, the perfect last ditch security measure for the world's richest woman, or the meanest payback possible to an unsuspecting target. Normally such a mighty material would be akin to butter to a being such as Eighteen, but since she didn't currently have her guard up just like Goku with the sliding door it would hurt her like hell! Standing by and watching her sweet dose of karma to hit the blonde in the face, all Bulma had to do was wait for her to walk right into it! "...Heheh, here we are...after you, Eighteen!..." Putting on the most pleasant inviting smile she could manage through all the rage seething through her teeth, Bulma was mentally rubbing her hands together waiting for the blonde to smash into the bullet proof glass as she kept walking forward when…
Boing!
Her eyes popping wide open, Bulma just about felt her jaw hit the ground when instead of breaking her nose on the solid piece of top of the line material, Eighteen walked into it only to come to a sudden halt, her nose still at least an inch or two from the glass wall, "...Ummm...Do you mind?..." The blonde android turning to face the vindictive genius, Bulma merely stared back at her in shock, the sight before her keeping the unlucky woman from so much as answering her. Eighteen's enormous thirty four double Es bubbling up through her low neckline, not only had the blonde's face not even touchedthe glass, but she had been saved only through being so well-endowed. A few seconds that seemed to go on for an hour passing between the two women as they both stared at Eighteen's huge breasts squishing up against the glass door, it was the blonde who finally broke the silence.
"...I said..." The woman from the future raising her voice slightly just to get the agitating scientist's attention back up to her and not her body, in one move she easily thrust one finger straight through the bullet proof glass, the entire wall suddenly shattering into a million pieces right before her very eyes, "...Do you mind opening both doors?..." The blonde said, her icy blue eyes unmoving as she watched the look on Bulma's face only drop even further at the door's destruction. The bluenette's mouth slamming shut in shock as she gawked at the younger girl, her boobs bouncing back out into their usual honeydew shapes again before Eighteen casually walked through the now open doorway, brushing some hair out of her eyes as if every little thing that had just happened would have happened to a normal girl.
Watching the blonde leave, Bulma was just left standing there holding the titanium outer door open still, the bluenette slowly closing her eyes, she a deep breath before counting to ten, "...Okay, Bulma, stay calm..." She breathed, the not so devious genius talking herself down from the anger she'd had built up before her plan backfired. The fact alone that the blonde had easily shattered bullet proof glass a good enough reason to let her off the hook and put this little grudge to bed early, "...Relax...you...you didn't..." Swallowing some of her feminine pride as she took a big gulp of fresh air, her ego having taken one hell of a smack on the head herself with that last display by the blonde, she let it out with a sigh, "...You totally didn't hit your forehead on that glass last week..." Sniffling a little as she opened her eyes again, Bulma shook it off as best she could before moving forward. Pulling the door shut behind her as she walked through, the bluenette made a point of locking it behind her; if there were any more humiliations like that in store for her, she'd rather one of her employees not walk in when it happened.
Bulma's Office Lab:
A few minutes later had Bulma finishing setting up her computer system to accept an outside source without immediately trying to attack it with its antivirus software, "Alright, that about does it; you can go ahead and place your hand on this platform, Eighteen!..." Turning to the feminine android sitting off to her right, she watched as she slowly stood up, looking first at her and then over at the computer monitor, the surface she was directing her to having a glowing green hand shaped tablet connected to it, "...This machine will link your data banks to my computer so we can see the formula and anything else you've been sent with..." Bulma said trying to put on the best calming smile that she could, as if it wasn't already obvious the blonde seemed like the private type so going off of that the bluenette assumed she wouldn't be too receptive to doing this if she found out just how much information she was going to be giving to her with this scan.
After making her way over to the desk Eighteen stopped, eyeing her for a few seconds longer before at last placing her hand on the machine. Instantly in a sudden flash the readouts started to pour out of Bulma's machine, the bluenette rushing over to look at them, "...Wow! You weren't kidding about this formula!..." Smiling while she pushed and pulled at the papers flowing out of her computer, checking the readouts as the incredibly long formula as well as lists of ingredients and instructions flowed onto the paper, "...It's a big one alright! Okay, now let me see...Ah, so it starts with...uhuh...and then...hmmm..." Running her eyes down the seemingly huge piles of paperwork she was making for herself at this point, Bulma sat down in her swivel chair, scooting her way over to take a look at the monitor displaying the remainder of the information, one particular piece concerning a certain half saiyan in a towel perking her interest.
"...So is that everything you need? I really do need to be getting back to Gohan now..." Eighteen speaking up, the blue haired scientist merely pointed at a small seat behind her for her to sit on, her cerulean eyes fixated on the data flying across her computer screen. Her lips forming into a small scowl, the blonde pushed some hair back as she too sat down, taking a moment to look around the room while she thought, '...Of all the ways to waste my time...' Looking about the room it was what one would expect to be in a genius' office. Lots of different scientific papers littered the walls, along with no end of posters...although not a single diploma to see, '...For the love of...Seventeen is still out there somewhere and here I am playing Simon with this woman...'
The machines continuing to print out all the information that the future Bulma had sent back with her, at the very least this way she didn't have to explain it all, but rather just let the info speak for itself, '...The past few days all I've done is look for clothes and talk...' Shaking her head not at herself, but at the situation, Eighteen had never been one to be happy sitting around all day doing nothing, her brother may have liked that, especially if he had a girl to keep him company, but not her. '...For all we know he could be coming back already and I wouldn't know until it was too late...' Sitting back in her chair a bit just to relax somewhat, the blonde unconsciously let out a small sigh, the sound managing to attract Bulma's attention as the last of the data stopped printing.
The genius scientist placing it all in a neat and tidy pile, she still kept an eye on the computer screen, because while the last of the important stuff had finished being compiled, there was still quite a bit of juicy material still popping up, and oh was it sweet! A few interesting details about her moody guest glowing in bright green text before her, "...If you're nervous that I'm going to give you another 'examine' you can relax...I don't need to..." Bulma smirked, that smile of hers only getting larger when Eighteen shot her head around to look at her, the mere expression plastered across her face telling her that she was indeed on a delicious line of questioning, "...I have the readouts right here...I guess so that I wouldn't ask or something..." The bluenette giggled lightly while she tapped at the monitor in front of her, a stream of different characteristics above the female android on it for her to examine to her heart's content, "...Yup, I've got everything I need right here..."
Eighteen's light blue eyes staying locked on her, despite how quickly she'd turned her head around to look at her she wasn't blushing, neither did she show a great deal of emotion, but the woman knew concern when she saw it, "...Height...weight...age...which seriously I am beyond envious of might I add..." Bulma grinning the more she talked, scrolling down some more to take a look at the medical charts and readings her future self had taken of the android while she was being reprogrammed, "...You don't look a day over twenty one years old at the very most..." Tapping her pointer finger on top of her lower lip the further down she went, her own words years in the making flowing across her eyes she smiled, "...Your body seems perfect...almost instant cellular regeneration, molecular stabilization...energy flow..."
Cupping her cheek with one open palm to steady herself the longer she stared at it all, taking it all in, a two digit number followed by two letters appeared at the bottom of her measurements section, the woman's eyes flicking over it before she got the energy readings, "...Damn! And I thought Goku was strong! Just running at your current level you're miles ahead of him!..." That hand moving across her face to cup her lips she couldn't hold back the laughter that came, Eighteen looking over at her arching one eyebrow the longer it went on for, "...Hahaha! Yeah, you're about perfect alright...crazy high power level, a built in super computer, amazing healing ability..." Tapping away at her keyboard she quickly started creating a bio-metric readout for the android, everything being compiled into one easy to access layout for her to look over later if need be.
Pressing the save key she kicked herself back from her desk a little before rolling over to sit in front of the older, yet somehow much younger girl, "...Height five foot five inches...weight...being an android I guess makes it over four hundred pounds...power level...off the charts..." Looking straight at her guest Bulma seemed much more confident than she had been earlier, maybe getting an in depth look at everything stored on the other woman's mind had something to do with that, "...Hmmm, hair color: natural blonde, favorite color: girly pink, hobbies: shopping, and causing general chaos, sexual preference: strong silent type...oh, bra size..." Bulma looking up from her readouts at the blonde with a small smirk, she took a moment to relish the shock on Eighteen's face before reading it out, "...Size thirty four double E...and wow...those are natural too, huh? Damn, I guess Yamcha does know what he's talking about..." The Brief heiress said as she started to giggle at her dumbass ex actually being right about the female anatomy.
Sitting there acting as nonchalant as she could throughout the other woman listing out her personal information, it simply became too much to keep herself together when that particular detail came up. Eighteen's thin eyebrows shooting up at Bulma's last joke, the bluenette giggling as a wide grin spread across her cheeks when she saw the indignant look plastered across her face, "...Heheheh! Surprised? I told you it would show me everything..." She smiled, the blonde suddenly looking more annoyed than usual. Which, for a girl who routinely looked as irritated as Eighteen did, that was saying something pretty bad.
Shaking her head slowly from side to side, the future android stared back at her, "...No, not surprised...I was aware you went too far the last time we met..." The small black vest sitting idly over her shoulders moving slightly as she leaned back in her seat, spreading her arms out over the rests, she rolled her eyes back for a moment, "...I just didn't think you would be dumb enough to gloat about it to me later..." Bending her neck forward again, she locked eyes with the scientist, icy blue versus cerulean as she made her point as crystal clear as the bullet proof glass she'd shattered earlier, "...Do you want to end up like the last bitch to mess with my body?..." More than scowling, but not quite glaring at the other woman just yet, Bulma paused her giggling for a moment, taking in the threat with about as much salt as she knew could possibly be applied. For all she knew of course the blonde was referring to another girl being catty...but then again it might also have been her original creator whom she was talking about.
The possible truth of her threat made perfectly clear to her, while most people would have backed off at that moment, Bulma was Bulma, and if there was one thing she could do it was read people, and right now all she was getting was to keep pushing her, "...I don't know...that last bitch seemed to have gotten pretty lucky..." Smiling at the increasingly agitated look on the fighter's face, Bulma merely shook her own blue hair out of her eyes as she kept going, already sure of herself that despite the threats, she in fact was safe, "...I mean how else would she have found out your huge tits have such tiny-" The blonde suddenly standing up in her seat, Eighteen was about to grab the woman by her shirt collar and throttle her until she was dead for bringing all that back up again, but before she could even try she stopped.
NON-EXPENDABLE Flashing across her eyes in bright blue, she slammed them shut, gritting her teeth at how apparently the future Bulma really had thought of everything...including making sure she really couldn't get killed by her, "...Ugh! Screw this! I'm going back to Gohan!..." Shouting more out of sheer frustration that actual burning rage like the two people who tended to be the ones screaming at Capsule Corp. all the time, Eighteen stalked out of the lab without another word, Bulma watching her go until she flinched at her door slamming shut behind her. The sounds of her feet hitting the floor beneath her the further down the hallway she got, Bulma scooted her way back over to her computer, pressing the button to turn the monitor back on now that she was alone again.
"...Okay, I didn't think it would be that easy to get rid of her..." Smirking to herself the more she thought about it, even though Eighteen had been the one transporting all of this information back in time for her, that didn't necessarily mean she needed to be privy to all of it, "...Talk about a red button...I guess someone really doesn't like the busty blonde trope..." Watching the information flicker back onto the screen, Bulma hit the down arrow key, the more important statistics, aside from the formula to cure the heart virus of course, appearing, her eyes widened at what she saw, "...There...there's more than two androids?..." Moving her hand up to cup her lips, if there was ever a time that she was wishing she had Goku there with her just in case it was right now!
Several numbers appearing on her screen, she didn't know what was worse, the sheer number of them or the fact that the two she'd met so far didn't even count due to them being from the future! "...Androids 16, 17, 18, 19, and 20...But...but that boy said that there were only going to be two of them trying to kill us..." Starting to shake more and more the longer she inspected the stats, it seemed from what she had compiled for herself, in the future three of the five hadn't been accounted for, yet the files for them were found by Bulma later on, "...Okay...so maybe it will still just be two...plus the bad one from the future..." She sighed, as if she needed bad news likes that today of all days...running her hand all the way down her face the woman shook it back and forth before getting back to work.
"...So let's see...possibly up to six androids will be coming...that means if Miss. Body Issues is with us then it will be at least eight on five...not counting future boy if he comes back..." Typing away at her computer she started compiling the data, using Eighteen's power level as a baseline it was hard to judge whether the blonde was the weakest of the group or in fact the strongest compared to the other androids. Thankfully for that her future self had supplied power readouts prior to her upgrading the girl, and it was looking good, "...Well at least she should beat out most of them..." Bulma smiled, given the double reactors Eighteen had in her chest along with her increased power capacity, odds were that she was in the upper tier, putting at minimum two of their opponents at weaker than her.
Scrolling down even more she found an assessment left for her, a psychological profile on what was essentially labeled as a machine despite Eighteen being undeniably human on so many levels, "...I don't know many programmers that make their robots self conscious about their bodies..." Smirking at her little joke she was surprised by what she saw, extensive readouts about loneliness, sibling rivalry, misplaced aggression, and an intense distrust of men to say the least, "...At least she's got them figured out..." Half smiling and half reflecting on her own many less than savory experiences with the opposite sex, Bulma felt her eyes starting to grow when she read her future self's footnotes from the time they had the android captured, but before sending her to the future. "...Well I'll be...so I even caught Gohan trying to peep on her..."
Her eyes darting from side to side running down the lines of text, she could feel the blush starting to coat her cheeks, the mention of having a son popping up in the notes as well although no where did it mention his name, "...Son was trying to look up her skirt again...but Gohan seems much more interested in her very large breasts..." The bluenette read out loud to herself, unable to hold back her giddiness at actually seeing that despite her best efforts, the boy's mother hadn't been able to suppress the man in her son in the end as she kept reading, "...Please note to Chi-Chi that this could be a problem if let out of hand..." Rolling her eyes back Bulma could see why she'd left that note to herself in there, sure, Eighteen's job was to protect Gohan from being killed...and there was no way Chi-Chi would let her near her son if he ever walked in on the blonde naked.
"...I'm pretty sure I'dbe a little too interested in Eighteen too if I saw that chick topless..." Bulma half-heartedly said to herself, continuing to read the information left to her, much of it more work than play at this point. Outlines of contingency plans, how long to wait until the heart virus should be administered, as well as a recipe the bluenette had thought she'd lost years ago, "...So that about does it then...interesting...although I'd be surprised if Gohan starts being affected by Eighteen's looks anytime soon..." She said as some final readouts concerning how an android's reactors could possibly overheat passed across her eyes, the intensely scientific terminology broken up only by a few intriguing words, "...Important that numbered automatons relief stress overtime, though manual massage for forced release a last ditch option..." Saying those few words over and over to herself, Bulma arched one blue eyebrow at it the less sense it made each time she repeated it, "...Manual massage for forced release...the hell does that?..."
Bulma's eyebrows shooting up as it suddenly hit her all at once, the Capsule Corp. heiress slowly got up from her fancy swivel chair, the more outlandish notes concerning Eighteen's reprogramming she'd read earlier making so much sense now, "...Oh...well so that's why I...okay then...so future me really did...uhuh..." Glancing over at the final display on her computer monitor, a green outline of Eighteen filled three quarters of the way up with increasingly warmer colors the last thing she looked at before stepping over to the doorway. The sad remains of her bullet proof glass wall and trusty wall of karma for those who wronged her in a million pieces on the floor, "...Heh...well that aside at least Gohan is still way too good of a young man to do anything pervy to set her off..."
Pushing some of the glass shards to the side with her shoe, the woman glanced down the hall, the dark window one way so she could see out it without others seeing in, "...Yamcha and Krillin on the other hand were pitching tents big enough to live in when they saw her..." Crossing her arms over her chest, it was funny, a few years ago seeing Yamcha get that horny over another woman would have driven her insane, but with their breakup, her having a baby and then their friendship regrowing as just that, she found it more funny than anything else seeing him lose his mind over the female body, "...But Gohan in the future is that bad too, huh?..."
The short haired bluenette smiling at the thought of it, she stepped back to her computer, thinking about how beautiful the blonde looked from head to toe, that note about the young man sticking with her more than the rest, "...I guess I can keep that warning to Chi-Chi to myself for the time being..." Giggling lightly as she sat down again, tapping a few keys to make the 3-D display of the blonde's figure as well as internal workings rotate slowly, her eyes centering on the stats appearing wherever she moves the mouse over, "...Hang out with a girl long enough and you're bound to get an eyeful eventually..." Sitting back in her chair as she let the arrow hover Eighteen's well-endowed chest, she thought about her adventures with Goku, and how despite being a few years apart they still affected how the other developed.
"...I know Goku sure got some good looks at me..." Blushing slightly, her offer to show him her panties for a dragon ball, him walking in on her in the bath, that truly daring stunt he pulled when he had actually taken her panties off during the night… It was never romantic...or perverted, although maybe that first offer was on her part, but still she knew in the end those embarrassing times helped their bond grow over time, foster a friendship...and some...feelings… Pushing that last thought to the back of her mind, the man was married now, no point in thinking about what could have been…
Picking up her cup to take a long sip of the soda she'd let go flat the day before when she was last in there, Bulma smiled clicking a few times on the image on her screen, "...Don't worry, Gohan...I've got your back little buddy..." Giggling, she was either the best Auntie in the world or the worst with what she was doing, the clothes she'd brought for the blonde somehow having fit into things already, "...When your Mom said to bring a bra for a 'big' girl I thought that thirty four D was enough..." Recalling just how often her own clothes, or just plain bad luck would be involved in how often she ended up showing off a lot more than she wanted to, to her best friend and his crazy hair, she closed her eyes, smiling as she slowly shook her head, "...Just be patient, kiddo..." Bulma said to herself as she read over those notes about the chastely raised kid acting like any other man as an adult, "...There's no way that clasp of hers will be able to hold on if you two really start training..."
A/N: Two updates in one week, a one shot as well as a chapter to my latest story of focus, a good one as far as postings go, but sadly not the best elsewhere. To be completely honest the main reason I am posting this today is just to try and get my spirits for writing back up again. Between real world stuff and a case of writer's block it's been hard getting some good work done the last week or so. It made me think that maybe by posting this next chapter I can get some reviews that might inspire me to keep on going and get the next few all important chapters finished! My many thanks to all who review by the way, it really does help so much in driving me forward to get these stories and chapters out there.
Speaking of updates here is an one on the results of my most recent poll. It wasn't one that I was super proud of, but at the same time it gave a fair amount of good information about what the readers of this story and others like in it. By pretty much a landslide margin the one and two positions were for more bonding between Eighteen and Gohan followed up by Eighteen fanservice. This poll surprised me quite a bit since I expected the fight scenes to be much higher up on the list, but I like a good ship so I can't complain. The poll confirmed everything I would have liked to hear at any rate so at least I know I am on the solid track as far as reader enjoyment for it. I am loving the story and it helps knowing what I love about it is shared by mot if not all the reader base.
Now, onto the new poll, the last few have been mostly pretty tame, either actual polls for purpose or for the sake of some bearing on stories. So this next one I want to be fun, a what if should I say for this story in case I decide to do another big fan service scene. Here it is, 'In Gohan's Blonde Future Which Scene is Hottest?', all of the ideas I've laid out there are pretty good, but I think it would be funny seeing what everyone likes most. Of course nothing is in stone so even if something won that does not mean at all it will be included in the story. This is just an opinion poll. So with that being said please head on over and let me know what you think! And as always please if you enjoyed this chapter or the story please let me know it in some sort of REVIEW!
